Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

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"If I haven't loved you, it doesn't seem to be bad, but I love you more clearly than anyone. If I haven't met you in this life, how much regret I will have and how dull life can be."

He didn't know how much he loved her, he only knew that if it wasn't for her, probably no one would let him do whatever he could to get himself started several times.

In a way, she taught him these.

Muse's enthusiasm is superficial temperament, while Wen Rong is wrapped in a layer of indifference to the immediate sense of sight, but hides a long love that is more decisive and patient than anyone else.

"The fate and relationship between us were won by you unilaterally. I know I have hurt you, and I know that you have suffered a lot in the past five years. I ’m sorry, but I ’m sorry to say no more Any practical effect. "

He reached out and held her hand, and held it lightly as usual. Perhaps because of these words, too much content, his low voice has gradually become dumb, "I love you, I will Use all the years that follow to pay for the injuries you have suffered and convince you that your choice is the right one. "

"Well, marry me again, okay?"

Wen Zheng always looked down at him, and she never blinked when he spoke.

The last light of the sunset fell on his silhouette. From her point of view, his face was actually not so clear. The faint warm colors rendered his face an unrealistic beauty.

She heard her slow voice, "When did you ... recover your memory?"

"Last car accident."

"why did not you tell me?"

"It says it works well now."

"Did you paint this oil painting yourself?"

The man chuckled and smiled, "Naturally."

It is not unusual for him to paint, and the noble sons of large families have more or less various arts. Piano and violin painting are the most basic, but he should have not touched it for a long time.

He is not a professional painter, and from her perspective, this painting is already excellent.

Because she knew he would paint, but she never saw him paint after marriage, and she had such a skill that she hadn't touched for many years, which surprised her.

"You just got this late at night?"

"It was done in the company, but it only took some follow-up processing, so it took a few nights."

She pursed her lips and asked softly, "Why did you want to give this to me as a wedding favor?"

"Don't you like the snowy landscape of the manor? I'll give you a pair ..." He said a word, his lips slightly raised, and smiled lowly. "Besides, I rarely spend so much time and energy to prepare a thing except romance. Use things of value and draw them down as a memorial. "

"..."

Wen Huan, "Did I promise your proposal? Didn't you put on the ring? Can you continue this atmosphere until the proposal is successful?"

Mo Shichen heard that this was like remembering something. He reached out and took out the ring box from the coat pocket, opened it, took out the diamond ring, caught her hand and put it on the ring finger of the left hand.

"..."

Wen Yan was speechless, trying to take his fingers back angrily, but he was slowly put on the ring.

The man looked down at her fingers, and smiled with a deep smile on his lips. "You have my child in your belly, the meals you eat during the day, and my bed at night. If you don't marry me, you can marry Who? Proposal is my small fantasy of satisfying you as a woman. The process of this ritual is enough. As for the result, is there any other result? "

"..."

After putting on the ring, Mo Shichen stood up from the snow, his smiling eyes staring at her tightly again, and his arms opened towards her, "Come here."

Wen Yan looked up at him.

His eyes remained motionless, and he maintained this open-armed posture, as if she hadn't passed, he had been like this.

Soon, she took the first two steps and put him in his arms.

Mo Shichen kissed her hair and then hugged her directly. She strode long and walked into the room. "It's cold outside, I'll hold you back."

Wen Huan wrapped around his neck, his heart was all soft and sweet. Although it was not surging, it permeated every pore like a stream, and it was a little joy.

Suddenly, she thought of something, and hurriedly said, "My painting ... do you care if you run out of it?"

"Oh, I can only hold you alone, as for painting, I'll just let them in later."

"You can put me down and go by yourself, you take the picture."

"No," he refused lightly, "I just made a successful marriage proposal. I want to hold you and my daughter, who has the mood to control it."

"..."

She was annoyed. "That's my thing. You gave it to me!"

"Then I'll hold you back, and you'll get it back by yourself?"

Wen Yan was so angry that he bowed his head and took a bite in his ear.

The ear is a sensitive area. Besides, Mo Shichen has not been relieved for a long time. He responded quite a lot, and he breathed a few beats. He said with a warning, "Baby, if you want to hold me hard, it is not necessary The hand can solve it. "

Of course, Wen Ye knew what he meant, and when his face was hot, he didn't dare to mess with this old hooligan, and he was honestly in his arms.

She raised her hand and played with her ring, and said deliberately, "The ring you use to propose is a wedding ring ... Mr. Son, you can really make the best use of it. A new ring is reluctant to buy."

The man glanced down at her, and said tepidly, "I will send you a big diamond ring every day, okay?"

"..."

Wen Yan, "Oh, no need."

"Ok."

"..."

When Mo Shichen was hugging her, she asked Mom Su to send someone to put the painting in, put it in a good place, and then hugged her all the way back to the bedroom, put it on the single sofa, and leaned over to help She took off her scarf and took off her coat. The next step was to go straight to the subject, lift her chin and kiss directly.

It's like a movie lens that has been practiced countless times, naturally and in one go.

I did n’t know how long to kiss, until Wen Ye was almost slumped on the sofa because of being plundered, and my fingers did n’t know when to hold the cloth of his clothes. After the kiss was separated, her cheeks were not unexpectedly red. , Breathing is slightly chaotic.

Mo Shichen picked her up and sat up, then put her on her lap and held her in her arms.

Gently stroking her abdomen with her hands, Wen Ye could not see obvious pregnancy in her figure, but she did look much plump and softer than before.

"Well," the man's voice was hoarse and gentle. "Do you want to have a wedding before Xianhuai, or wait until the child is born?"

Wen Ying didn't respond for a moment, "... wedding?"